College Admissions Essay: The Person Who Changed My Life

Do you ever feel like you are different or like you do not fit into society? I have always been different and will always be. Maybe it is because I have crutches and I cannot walk like other people or because I have dealt with experiences that have made me grow up faster than the typical college student. I could go all day talking about rite of passages that are considered normal, but I am not normal and never will be. So, why should I try to be normal? I could talk about: graduating from high school, attending a funeral, being bullied, driving for the first time by myself, my first love, going to college, or turning eighteen and embarking on adulthood but, those are just normal things. The normal things have not made me who I am today.

The commitment to follow the Lord changed my life. Making the decision was a turning point in my life. Matthew 16:24 says, “Then Jesus told his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.””. The story of my life is not mine. My life is not my own. There is no way I could have made it through my life thus far without the strength and the love of the Lord. The ultimate and most beautiful transformation comes with just one decision and a daily sacrifice. The decision to follow the Lord was the best decision I have ever made. Being a true Christian is hard but, it is the most rewarding. The transformation on my life can never be put into

Maybe it was due to all of the fairytales I read as a child. I always thought there was a happily ever after for everyone until, my mom told me that my parents had a disagreement and my dad would be staying with grandmother for the time being. It was not that I was a sheltered child because I was not. I had dealt with messy marriages before but, this was my parents. I do not believe anyone is ever prepared for this. I know I cried myself to sleep that night, but what I did not know is that would be the first of many tears I would cry though out my lifetime. My father moved in and out of my house around ten times within the next year and a half. The pain I felt was unbearable. It was like nothing I have ever felt before in my life. Every time my father moved back in he'd make a promise that he would not move out again. I still had hope every time he came back that he would not leave but, he did anyway. The walking on eggshells and hurt and pain I felt during that time in my life was indescribable. Without God, there is no way I would have got through it. My dad dying was nothing compared to the pain and hurt of him leaving. It was horrible. Words will never be able to describe how I felt. Just like every other middle school girl, I was trying to find myself and discover who I was supposed to be. Sadly, I started running from God when he was trying to bring me closer. I was miserable and I did not feel like the pain would ever end. This